Sunday, October 17, 2021

Get Out Of My Head

Grind it into dust
End the torment, please

Torch it all to nothing
Observe the ashes in the breeze 

Undo all that was done
Take back every word

Obliterate every glace
Forget all we heard

Memories must fade
Yet they seem to refuse

Hearts remaining full of them
Echoes of my muse

And it'll only end in tears
Dear, I'm tired of trying to heal this bruise

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